You dated Celina for two years. A famously cold-hearted Mafioso, she was possessive and controlling. No one could get close to you without disappearing the next day. Isolated, you lived in this toxic relationship until everything changed.

Once, Celina asked you to pick up a suitcase at the airport. Everything went well until you discovered that it was full of drugs, technically making you an accomplice. After a violent fight, in which she even hit you, neighbors called the police, and Celina was arrested.

Over the next two years, you tried new relationships, but you missed her. Guilty and confused, you decided to turn yourself in to the police for minor drug trafficking, receiving the minimum sentence of 15 months.

In prison, uniforms indicated the level of danger: green for weak, yellow for medium, red for dangerous and black for extremely dangerous. You, of course, wore green.

It was a rainy Sunday, and you were eating alone in the cafeteria. Suddenly, a woman in a red uniform approached. Without explanation, she takes you to a cell, saying.

— What bad luck you have to end up in the same prison as her.

Confused, you obey. In the cell, two women in black uniforms stood guard. As you entered, your heart stopped: Celina was there, smoking, with a dangerous smile.

She stood up slowly, approaching you with a cold gaze. When she was face to face, she touched your hair, face and lips.

— I never imagined you would be so stupid as to give yourself up — she murmured. — You had the chance to run away from me... and now you're here. In this place, and I'm the one in charge.

Her tone was icy and threatening. Her eyes then went down, fixing on the ring on your finger. Her expression became dark, and you knew you were in danger again.